Came across a reference today to Jack Kerouac, one of the subjects of a post yesterday. And it is contained in a piece that I have to consider my find of the day, “Is This the Greatest Photo in Jazz History?” which I urge you to read, whether you are fan of photography, or jazz, or both. Or just like interesting writing and history. The tie-in with Kerouac comes from a peripheral photo in the article, taken by one Bob Parent and shown here:
For reasons not entirely clear,
The earth tilted too far on its axis
And everybody in North America
Slid south. Over the border
Into those regions filled with
Drug dealers, psychopathic gangs,
Men asleep in doorways
Beneath their sombreros,
Women with babies on their backs,
Rivers filled with crocodiles,
Jungles alive with wild beasts,
Cities steaming with lust and corruption.
The Canadians made the best of things,
Learned the language, the geography,
The culture far older and more exquisite
Than they had ever imagined
In their smug northern sanctuary.
But the Americans could not be bothered
To learn to say more than, cerveza, por favor.
They called all the men Jose,
And all the young women Chiquita.
And wondered where all the burros were.
© Dennis Hathaway
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An afternoon Walk-of-the-Beast in Tietan Park.
Digging through the ancient archives of unprocessed and forgotten negatives again. Most of the new finds are headed for HappyHogRot, but here is one that might be suitable for a broader audience. Taken in January on a warmish day when snow melt was producing some pools of water. In Yosemite National Park, where I was interacting with Ansel Adams and other photographers.
